Overture Downs if memory serves

@Sarah

She had been caught in the light rain that drizzled from above. A few mumbled curses escaped from between her ebony lips as her pace quickened. There was a small leafy deciduous tree with low hanging branches, perfect shelter from the rain that seemed to want to stick around for a while. Her paws ached for a break too. Tytus was coming to terms that perhaps her idea to see more of the world had not been well thought out. She should have joined up with the nomadic group near her home. All the perks of the pack just more views to it.

Her brows pinched together, lips pulled down, as she settled underneath the tree. She looked like an unkempt upset creature. She planned on fixing that as she began to groom wherever she could reach.